I Want a Divorce, But He's Begging for My Love Chapter 405

Abigail called Luna and asked if she wanted to leave together. Yet, it seemed that Luna was busy with something as her voice was slightly muffled. "Okay, you go ahead first. I'll head back in a while... Hey, stop it! You're making me shy!" When Abigail heard that, she was speechless for a moment. She knew that Luna must have laid her eyes on some hot guy and could not step away.

Luna was perfect in every way, save for being perpetually infatuated with anyone good-looking. It was a habit she couldn't change. Abigail said helplessly, "In that case, I'll be heading back first. I'll leave the driver with you." "Okay," Luna hung up the phone eagerly. Only then did Abigail leave with ease.

The next morning, she dressed up nicely and went to Graham International. Sean must've arranged things beforehand; she only needed to mention her name before someone led her to the top floor. "Mr. Graham is waiting for you in his office. You may go in." The person knocked on the door for her and left.

When Abigail pushed the door open, she saw Sean still dressed in the clothes from last night's banquet, and he was sitting at the computer while reading a document. The moment he looked up and saw her, his eyebrows lifted slightly to express his surprise. After being married for three years, it was her first time visiting Graham International to see him. She only glanced at him briefly and averted her gaze, placing the divorce agreement she had prepared in her bag on the table. "Sign this first."

Sean's face instantly turned cold. "Did you come here just for this?" Hearing that, Abigail looked puzzled. "What else? I was afraid you'd be too busy to take care of this, so I came in person. I have to go to work later, so please hurry." He had already arranged everything with his people outside, which can only mean that he was prepared for this, right?

With pursed lips, Sean looked at the document on the table. Then, he picked up a pen and quickly flipped to the page where his signature was required, signing his name without even looking through the document. Abigail watched as he signed the papers, but before he could complete his signature, his phone rang. "Don't answer it. Just sign the documents first." Seeing him about to put down the pen and answer the call, she held his hand. "It'll only take a few seconds."

After taking a glance at her, he hung up the phone and proceeded to sign his name. She then handed him the other copy. As she looked at his signature on the divorce agreement, it was as if she were cradling something precious. She looked at it several times, ensuring everything was correct before finally putting it in her bag. As for Sean's copy, he simply put it in the drawer. "Let's go." Abigail checked the time. "The rush hour is over. We can make it to the City Hall in half an hour to get the certificate."

He wanted to say something, but when he saw the hint of expectation in her eyes, he suddenly felt that saying anything was meaningless at this point. This was the day she had been looking forward to, and any extra words would make it seem like he couldn't let her go. He would never allow such doubts to appear in his life. In the end, he got up with a cold face, picked up his coat and car keys, then walked straight out. Divorce was a matter of significance so he didn't get the driver and drove himself.

Abigail headed to the backseat right away, but Sean wouldn't allow that to happen. He immediately grabbed the back of her collar and pushed her into the passenger seat. "What's wrong with you?!" She struggled while slapping his hand away. Hearing her say that it hurt, he let go of his hand. "Do you think I'm your driver?" He tugged at his tie, feeling irritated. When she turned around, she saw a rare touch of annoyance on his face and she pursed her lips at that. He doesn't even want to pretend anymore. Without speaking, she obediently got into the passenger seat and fastened her seatbelt before looking out of the window.

The City Hall was in the same direction as their home, so the scenery along the way was very familiar. Yet, thinking that this would be their last ride together, Abigail felt a trace of sadness seep through. She thought she was mentally prepared, but it felt like something was slowly being stripped away. She remained still, letting that feeling spread. In her mind, she thought, "Right, even raising a dog for three years would form an emotional attachment. Over these three years, I've invested my youth and effort, but it all seems to be meaningless. Now, the moment of liberation has finally arrived but strangely, I don't feel all that happy."

The two of them remained silent throughout the journey. Once they arrived at the City Hall, Sean got out of the car first and lit a cigarette. Abigail took a deep breath and was about to open the car door to get out when her phone in her pocket started vibrating. Her hand, which was holding onto the door handle, hesitated for a moment. Upon seeing the caller ID, she closed the car door once again and quickly answered the phone. "Grandma?"

From the other end came Analise's cautious voice. "Abigail, where is your house again?" Suddenly, someone could be heard scolding Analise impatiently in the background. "Lady, do you want to go or not? My car is still vacant. If you're not going anywhere, then get out!" Analise's voice was muffled. "Okay, okay. Let me ask where my granddaughter's house is. 'If you're demented, then don't come out wandering around! Do you even have money to pay the fare? Get out!" When Abigail heard that, her heart ached, and she hurriedly pushed open the car door and jumped out. "Grandma, where are you?"